Tian Yuan

Chapter 2164 is saved, that’s all

I'm going to die anyway, so I might as well give him a good scolding.

He Cang kept cursing and even talked about the pleasure he felt that day, describing various details. He was trying to provoke Song Mang to kill him with a sword, but also wanted to satisfy his desire to talk before he died.

Little did he know that Song Mang would never let He Cang die so easily. Wouldn't that be too easy for him?

"I won't kill you for now. Instead, I'll keep you alive and slowly torture you until you're neither able to live nor to die."

When Song Mang said this, he looked like a devil stuck in a quagmire, his smile was sinister and his words were icy cold.

Hearing this, He Cang's heart skipped a beat, and his sarcastic expression froze. Then he thought of all kinds of torture, and he trembled with fear.

"Kill me if you dare!"

He Cang knew that this low-level provocation would not work, but he did it anyway. He had no other choice but to do this.

He Cang knew that he would not survive and just wanted to die quickly.

However, Song Mang would not let him have his wish.

"In the rest of my life, I will slowly play with you."

Song Mang looked at He Cang, who was no longer in human form, with red eyes, as if crying and laughing, and made a promise.

The devil whispers, shaking the soul.

He Cang, desperate!

He wanted to die, but he didn't even have the ability to commit suicide.

His limbs were severed, leaving only his head. His soul was locked within his body, unable to escape.

His lower body was also chopped into meat paste by Song Mang.

After venting his anger for a while, Songmang stopped.

Even though He Cang has a strong vitality, he still has to be careful not to die.

He Cang was tortured so much that he didn't even have the strength to scream.

Everyone's eyes rolled as they saw He Cang's miserable condition. They turned pale with fear, as if they had foreseen their own fate.

Why did such a terrifying existence appear?

Many people were screaming hysterically in their hearts. Fear was like countless tiny poisonous insects, crawling all over their bodies, gnawing at their flesh, drilling into their bones, and penetrating their souls.

Song Mang tied up the dying He Cang with a rope and dragged him to the sky above Qianxuan City.

Walking up to Chen Qingyuan, Song Mang knelt down without hesitation, worshiping him as if he were a god, and kowtowed, saying, "Thank you, sir!"

I am so grateful that my revenge has been achieved. I can’t express it in words.

Song Mang knelt before Chen Qingyuan, sobbing and weeping. Although he had his eyes tightly closed, he could clearly see his confidante's every smile and frown, and even heard her clear laughter in his ears.

Although revenge was taken, the lost beauty could never come back.

There was no joy in his heart, only endless sorrow.

Chen Qingyuan whispered, "Get up!"

A gentle force helped Song Mang up and made him stand upright.

With just one glance, Chen Qingyuan could see Song Mang's current mental state. He had lost his life goals and was confused about the future.

"What do you think we should do with these people?"

Chen Qingyuan threw this question to Song Mang, wanting to hear his thoughts.

"No matter what order you give, I will do it. Even if it costs my life, I won't hesitate."

Song Mang knew clearly that he was not qualified to make decisions and could just play the role of a servant.

"Kill those people standing in the first three rows."

Chen Qingyuan glanced at the leaders of various races in the starry sky. His tone was flat, as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing, without any emotional fluctuations.

"Yes!"

Upon hearing the order, Song Mang did not hesitate at all. He bowed and accepted the order, then strode towards the crowd with his sword in hand.

If you want to treat Songmang as a sharp knife, you naturally have to sharpen it well.

Those people in the first three rows are all core figures of major ethnic groups, with high positions, power and strength.

If Song Mang killed them, he would have forged an irreconcilable feud with all the other races. From then on, he would be forced to join the human race, with no escape route.

The conversation between the two was not concealed and was heard by everyone.

They wanted to escape from this place, but no matter how hard they struggled, they could not break the restraining force on their bodies. They were like fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.

Many people wanted to beg for mercy, but no sound came out.

They don't understand why this unknown existence is so cruel. Even if someone accidentally provokes him, it won't involve all the major ethnic groups!

Song Mang came with a sword in hand, his face ferocious, like the god of death walking out of hell. With just a slight swing of his sword, he could take the lives of these high-ranking figures.

At this time, the situation changed.

Doom!

The void somewhere above the ancient city suddenly collapsed.

An extremely strong pressure emanated from the collapsed location.

"Here comes a slightly larger ant."

Chen Qingyuan glanced at the place where the void collapsed and muttered to himself.

When he first entered this world, Chen Qingyuan realized that the strongest people here were in different places and what kind of cultivation they possessed.

Hey!

A short, dark-skinned old man slowly walked out of the shattered void. He leaned on a cane, his body emaciated and almost skin and bones. He was very old, and it was likely that he didn't have many years left to live.

The moment the short old man appeared, the rat tribe leaders were ecstatic. However, they were unable to move forward and salute him because they were unable to move.

The ancestor has actually come, we are saved!

The despair in the eyes of the rat people suddenly disappeared and they became very excited.

"My fellow Daoist, let's end this matter here!"

The short old man leaning on a cane turned his gaze towards Chen Qingyuan. Although he couldn't see his specific cultivation level, he guessed that it was not much different from his own, so he could just give him a certain amount of respect. His voice was hoarse, and contained a pressure that was enough to suppress countless lives.

Song Mang was somewhat affected, and his heart skipped a beat. However, he was protected by Chen Qingyuan's power, so he wasn't hurt, but was just a little nervous.

Song Mang thought to himself, "Since the Master didn't say to stop, naturally, I don't need to pay attention to others."

So, Song Mang sorted out his thoughts and continued to walk towards the leaders of various tribes, holding the sword in his right hand a little tighter.

How dare you be so presumptuous, you ignorant little beast.

The short old man glanced at Song Mang, who was still moving forward, with a look of displeasure on his face. If he hadn't been a little wary of Chen Qingyuan, he would have killed him.

As the saying goes, when beating a dog, you have to look at its owner.

Unable to gauge Chen Qingyuan's strength, the short old man didn't dare to take action.

This old fellow is the pillar of the rat clan. He has been practicing for more than 27,000 years. As his time is running out, he uses special means to slow down the loss of his vitality, just to live a little longer.

"Fellow Daoist, how about sitting down, having a cup of tea, and talking slowly?"

Seeing that Chen Qingyuan did not respond, the short old man invited him again.

If possible, the short old man didn't want to fight. In his current physical condition, fighting would consume a lot of vitality, which was too costly.

It would be best to resolve this matter peacefully and force the powerful enemy to retreat.